She Slipped Into My Pillow

She slipped Inside my pillow and began to massage my temples, I was a tad hungover, so a female ghost from the distant past was most welcome. Her fingertips felt as soft and as attentive as ever, but when the sun came up and the cold light shattered my eyes, I forced myself to get out of bed just to get away from her constant nagging. .... Nota bene: I sent the pillow back to Mike Lindell, the ‘My Pillow’ guy.